After rebirth, I kidnapped the sickly Dugong

After a long time, Si Jiu would smile from the bottom of his heart when he thought about that afternoon in Jinzhou when he and Wen Baizhi were drawing grids and competing together.

Although his body was already at the end of its strength at that time, he didn't even have the strength to get up.

But he would still use what little strength he had to support his body and move to the desk.

Hold the wrist of your right hand tightly with your left hand so that your right hand will not shake while drawing the grids.

He drew on countless pieces of paper, all of which were filled with the tic-tac-toe grid patterns that Wen Baizhi had drawn for him that year.

But how could Si Jiu know what would happen in the future now?

He just said the same thing as Wen Baizhi, that it is enough to just try to live well in the present.

That day, Wen Baizhi taught him a new game.

It means that two people draw different patterns in the squares of the tic-tac-toe grid.

The one who can connect the patterns he drew into a straight line first wins.

Wen Baizhi faced Si Jiu with full confidence.

But he won again and again.

Wen Baizhi threw away her brush at the end of the game and said, "When playing with girls, everyone knows to give in to them. Why don't you give in at all? Look, I've never won."

Si Jiu looked at her softly: "I have never learned how to get along with girls. If you are angry, I will give in to you later."

It would have been fine if he hadn't said this, but once he said this, Wen Baizhi became even angrier.

"No, I just gave you a few words, but you said directly that you would give in to me in the future. If you are so blunt, I will think that you gave in to me when I win in the future. How can I feel happy about winning?"

Si Jiu was in a dilemma holding the brush: "Then don't be angry, we won't play anymore."

Wen Baizhi snorted: "I didn't want to play anymore in the first place. This game is not fun. I don't want to play it anymore in the future."

Si Jiu felt soft-hearted when he saw her being so childish.

How could he bear to see her lose?

But he thought that if she kept losing, then he, the winner, would leave a deep impression in her mind.

Perhaps many years later, when she plays this game with others, she will suddenly remember that there was once such a person who always beat her.

He was just using such despicable means, hoping that she would accidentally think of him many years later.

Si Jiu took a new piece of paper and smoothed it out: "Don't be angry, I'll draw a picture for you, okay?"

Wen Baizhi became interested: "You can also draw."

Before, when she was Wen Bai, she had interacted with Si Jiu before, but she didn't know that he could paint.

Si Jiu said: "I just know a little bit about it."

What he didn't tell Wen Baizhi was.

After Wen Bai passed away three years ago, all he could think about was Wen Bai.

But he found that he could not draw the Wen Bai in his memory.

He was afraid that one day he would forget what Wen Bai looked like.

So he went to find a famous painter in Kyoto, hoping that he could teach him how to paint.

But the painter considered himself a scholar and looked down on Si Jiu, a rootless person, so he refused at first.

But Si Jiu went there every day, as if he was visiting the thatched cottage three times.

He also helped the painter after he offended the local bully, which made the painter agree to teach him painting.

He started from the basics just like a beginner.

He studies whenever he has free time.

Keep learning and keep learning.

In this way, he spent two years to hone his painting skills to perfection.

He was finally able to draw Wen Bai's appearance.

In order to learn how to draw portraits, he used to sit on the street regardless of winter or summer, drawing people passing by.

Although he suffered countless hardships, he never regretted it.

He used to paint a portrait of Wen Bai almost every month.

It was not until Wen Baizhi came to his side that he finally stopped painting.

Seeing that he looked very professional, Wen Baizhi couldn't help but move closer to him to see what he was drawing.

You wouldn't know until you see it. It turns out that he was actually painting her.

"You are drawing me." She was surprised.

Si Jiu smiled and said, "Yes. To apologize to Miss Wen, I must be very sincere. I can only draw a portrait of Miss Wen. I hope Miss Wen can forgive me."

Wen Baizhi was very pleased with what he said.

"Okay, I'll take a look at your painting for now. If it's good, I'll forgive you for your rude words just now."

As she spoke she deliberately put on a proud expression.

Si Jiu continued painting: "Thank you very much for your understanding, Miss Wen."

Wen Baizhi moved the chair next to him and sat down.

After sitting for a while, I felt a little tired, so I lay down on the desk and watched him paint.

Si Jiu was stared at by her, and his heart was already in a mess.

But he still tried to stay calm and not let his mood affect his painting.

Drawing people is often the most troublesome and slowest process.

The more Wen Baizhi looked, the more she felt she had missed something.

She looked up and said, "That's not right, Zijin. When you draw a person, shouldn't you look at the person while you draw? Why do I see you staring at the paper the whole time and never even look at me?"

Si Jiu explained in a low voice: "The reason why I don't look at someone is naturally because that person is already in my heart."

So he didn't need to see her face.

He can draw the person whom he carefully treasures in his heart at any time.

Because he was shy, he spoke in a low voice and Wen Baizhi couldn't hear clearly.

"What?" she asked.

But Si Jiu couldn't say what he just said a second time.

He just shook his head: "Nothing, maybe because I'm really good."

It was rare for Wen Baizhi to see him so conceited, so she didn't ask any more questions and continued to lie back on the table.

I don’t know how much time had passed before Si Jiu finally stopped writing.

When I turned my head, I saw that Wen Baizhi had fallen asleep on the table without me noticing.

Her face was facing him, looking defenseless and at ease.

Si Jiu didn't say anything, just looked at her quietly for a long time.

He looked at her features, her ears, her hair, the hand she rested against her cheek.

Obviously everything is completely different from Wen Bai.

But she was Wen Bai again.

He went to look at the painting he had finished.

This was the second person he painted after he completed his studies, besides Wen Bai.

No, not the second person.

Because this person is also Wen Bai.

All the previous portraits of Wen Bai were placed in front of the resurrection lamp in the secret room together with Wen Bai's embroidered purse.

Master Fayi said that the soul-returning lamp needs to find something related to that person.

But Wen Bai had almost nothing related to her left in the world.

Her body, all her military belongings, and even the items she left behind in the Wen Mansion were taken away by Qi Yan'an one by one.

The world is so big, but he couldn't find anything related to Wen Bai.

He even wanted to sacrifice himself.

After all, he was married to Wen Baiming.

But he couldn't do that, because he had become a eunuch at that time, and he was not actually fit to be a husband.

Later he thought of the purse that Wen Bai had embroidered himself.

He placed the purse in front of the resurrection lamp with great reluctance.

Since then, he has been nourishing and watering it with his own blood.

Finally, his Wen Bai came back.